The remains of
the 13th century Augustinian priory of St. Olaves, later converted into
a house, stand above the river Waveney here. From beneath the floor of
the former entrance hall a subterranean passage was once said to have
led to Burgh Castle. As at many other such sites, the last man to go
down it was supposed to have been a fiddler, whose music could be heard
at first above ground, then faded away as he was never seen again.

In the early part of the 20th century,
the Dawson family lived at the Manor House in Cross Street (TG077436.)
Their son and daughter were born there, and when they were young, they
often heard tales of "a smugglers’ tunnel from the beach to the Manor
House, but we looked in vain to find this."

No surviving
story here that I can find, but a name that's highly suggestive of one
existing in the past. Old deeds of 1328 show that a mound called 'Drakenhowe'
(the dragon's mount) could once be seen somewhere on the Sandringham
estate.

"It is said that a man who was working in the harvest field suffered from extreme heat and expressed his intention of going to
St. Helen's Wellto get some water to drink. His companions endeavoured to dissuade him from drinking icy-cold water in his heated condition, but he was obstinate, went to the spring and drank till he died. His spirit thereupon haunted the pit in which the spring was
situated".

The well (marked as a spring at TL842875) is about ½ a mile from All Saints church, and
known in the 18th century as Tenant's Well, then Tenant Well, then Tanner's Well.
Any actual well structure was apparently destroyed many centuries ago. St. Helen's Oratory
(the site of a Saxon chapel here till the 16th century) is close by.

The wild and unpopular Baronet Sir Berney Brograve (1726-97) was one of those landed gentry about whom all manner
of unlikely tales seem to have gathered over the centuries. On stormy
nights he, like his ancestors before him, is said to ride between
Worstead and his manor at Waxham - where he was also supposed to dine
every New Year's Eve with six ghostly ancestors who all died in battle.
Once he wagered his soul that he could out-mow the Devil over two acres
of bean plants. Although he won through trickery, he later sold his soul
anyway.

It may have been while the Devil was trying to claim it
that Sir Berney is said to have hidden inBrograve Mill, at TG448235,
just in the parish of Sea Palling. This drainage windpump, built by
Berney in 1771 on the banks of Waxham New Cut, now leans heavily to the
westward, said to be the result of Old Nick trying to blow it down to
get at his old adversary.

Alternatively, another local tale says that it subsided
and was straightened five times, calls it the Devil's Mill, and says the
miller was in fact a necromancer.

Sources:

Former Ramblers.org.uk webpage.

Former webpage:
www.friendsofnorfolkmills.org/events/horsey-walk-sept06.html

A tunnel was once believed to run between the church
(TF707354) and Magazine Cottage (TF722369, pictured), built in the 17th century as
a gunpowder store during the Civil War.1 Another is said to
lead from the Cottage to the sea, presumably several miles to the west,
at Heacham.2

The 'Monthly Magazine, or
British Register' records the death in Shelfanger on December 1st 1814
of "the wife of Mr. C. B. Freeman;
she had been for some time confined to her bed with a fever, and, in one
of those paroxysms which sometimes impart to the sufferer an unusual
portion of strength, she escaped from her room, and precipitated herself
into a deep pit. A neighbour found means, at the hazard of his life, to
extricate her from [a] watery grave, but the sudden transition from heat to
cold terminated her life in a few hours".1

Those are the prosaic facts of an unhappy
death, which have been twisted and embroidered over the years into a far
more ghostly and interesting tale. The events took place at Bumbler's
Farm, long-since ruined and gone from the landscape. The nearby pond
into which Mrs. Freeman cast herself remains, though now dried-up and
disappearing. According to a later inhabitant of the farm house, a Mr.
Porcher, the woman actually cut her own throat following a dispute over
the land, and carrying a lighted candlestick staggered from the house
and threw herself into the pond. Although the body was recovered the
candlestick was left there, and Mr. Porcher said a warning had been
passed down through his family that, if the pond should ever be drained,
the candlestick should not be touched.

In about 1885, when Mr. Porcher was six
and his father held the farm, the pond was cleared of several tons of
mud. That night, weird and frightening things began happening at the
house. Objects in the parlour were hurled about by an unseen force,
doors opened and slammed shut on their own, and the ghostly figure of a
woman was seen by some. Eventually Mr. Porcher's father hired someone to
search through the mud, find the candlestick, and throw it back into the
pond. Although most of the activity then ceased, the ghostly woman was
still occasionally seen, and even after the family left the farm, they
always made sure to keep away from the ruined house and the pond.2

Sources:

1. 'The Monthly Magazine, or British
Register' Vol.38 part 2 for 1814, p.486.

A tale has been told of two stones lying outside a Sheringham barn that are said to rise up and run across the road when they
hear the cock crow.1
A local man has given a slightly different version, in which the stones
were haunted in some way, and at night would roll to the other side of
the road.2 By the location he has given, these stones would
in fact have been just within Beeston Regis parish, on the north side of
the A149 Cromer Road, against a wall outside the tithe barn once owned
by Abbey Farm (TG168426.) As it turns out, I had actually seen
these stones in the summer of 1975, and had already recorded them
separately in the Stone Index on this site.
They were not particularly large, and of black granite - but there was a
third stone hidden by undergrowth about 10m further along the road. The
tithe barn had recently been demolished when I visited, and in more
recent times the wall itself has evidently been rebuilt - but at least
one of the stones was still there when I revisited the spot in August
2019, at TG16784259. It measures 70cm x 45cm, with only 20cm visible
above ground, as seen in the colour photograph top left. The black and
white pic shows a stone a little further east along the wall, as it was
in 1975. This and the third stone might still be there, but hidden by
vegetation.

Sometime in the 19th century, tradition says the bodies of
twelve sailors were washed ashore here, after a huge gale in which their ship sank. Rather than being given a Christian burial, they were thrown together in a ditch at a gap in the cliffs, and covered over with a great heap of stones and shingle. They say that if anyone visits the heap at night during a storm, they'll hear the 'ill-omened sound' of stones being cast onto the grave, just as they were more than a century ago.

To the south-east, outside
the village, Black Moor Road runs from south-west to north east, and
somewhere near here is said to be a pond haunted by the ghost of a young
housemaid from an earlier century. Dismissed after an improper
relationship with her master, her body was found in the pond soon
afterwards.

W. B. Gerish records of the Silver Well here a similar tale to
that of the Callow Pit at Moulton St. Mary, where men
tried to wrestle a treasure chest out of the Devil's hands.1

"Formerly a noted chalybeate spring, called the Silver Well, existed here, and Roman urns and coins have been found
near".2 Other accounts say that the well was so named
because of the silvery scum that formed on the surface, or that silver
stolen from the manor house was lost in its depths. The well seems to
have been in the area now marked as High Plantation, around TF677081,
and was near another chalybeate spring over which a stone obelisk had
been erected in 1839.3

No story survives here that I can find,
but the name 'Oliver Cromwell's Camp' applied to the faint traces of
some earthworks once visible here suggests that one once existed. One
minor reference places these earthworks in a now-wooded area just
south-west of Bartholomew's Hills, south of the tiny village of south
Acre, at about TF817130.

"He wur an old man of 76 when he died, and he call to mind right well how when he help his father cut down trees at (Letton) Hall, they used to take bullets out of the trees, and they said they were the remains of an old war in Norfolk. His father too used to tell about the old dykes at Reymerston and Herdingham, how they were the remains of that same war. My old gentleman's father died at 97, and he told how there were traces of blood in those dykes, and in certain rains they ran coloured. They called them there about 'the bloody water
dykes'".1

"With reference to certain dykes at Reymerston and Hardingham....A woman now living in South Bergh (Southburgh) received from her mother the tradition that
South Bergh church tower and the moated house (now known as 'the Moats') close to the boundary of the parishes of
South Bergh and Reymerston, were both ruined at the same time, a time of
war".2

There are now just a medieval moat and fish ponds marked on the map, actually in Reymerston
parish (TG007056).

A vanished ring of earthworks (TF848352)
approximately 1½ miles south-west of the church was said to be the scene of 'dismal slaughter' when
the Saxons fought the Danes. Dead bodies were piled up to the height of the defences, both the earthworks and the road running by
coming to be known as Bloodgate.

Described as a large, blue-coloured stone, the so-called 'Magic Stone of Southery' supposedly appeared in a deep hole one night at Halloween 1642 after a violent thunderstorm. A mighty bolt of lightning supposedly struck the earth near the old mill. The local parson found the hole next morning, but a fierce fire raged in it for several days afterwards until quenched by torrential rain. Locals believed the hole to be a tunnel straight to Hell, and called it the 'Way In.' The parson became quite unhinged and disappeared the following year. The hole had by then filled with water, later to become known as the 'Wayin Pond', but when it had drained and been cleared out some years later, deep in the mud was found the massive blue stone - and with it the skeleton of a man trussed up with iron chains (who they believed to be the mad parson.)

The stone was removed to the village pound, to act as a seat for the local felons. But its magical properties soon became known, and all manner of superstitions gathered round it. Women ailing in joint or ligament would creep to the stone at midnight and sit naked upon it in the hopes of being cured. The farmers believed it to be a good guide for the welfare of their crops, as it was said to sweat water if rain was imminent. The act of spitting upon it ensured good fortune; and one old man of
80 claimed that he could still father children because, every morning, he drank the dew that collected on top of the stone.

Although visiting preachers were in the habit of using the rock as an
open-air pulpit, the (new) village parson objected strongly to the
'pagan' adoration afforded to this boulder, and he promptly declared it
to be a meteorite. To reinforce his opinion, and much to the dismay of
the locals, he had the stone removed to Stocks Corner, turned it
upside-down and used it as a buttress for a garden wall.1

For years I had located this spot as the
sharp bend at the western end of Westgate Road. However, it turns out
that Stocks Corner was actually on Stocks Hill, at the junction of
Westgate, Upgate Street, Churchgate Street and Common Lane, and the
author Peter Tolhurst has found that the garden wall in question
belonged to Hill House (TL62079459).2 Unfortunately the Magic
Stone is now lost as Hill House and its wall were demolished in the
1950's, while the Wayin Pond was filled in during the 1940s.

At O.S.
map reference TM05178098 is the 'Ox-Foot Stone', an oblong slab of
weathered sandstone 1.2m long x 1m wide x 15cm high. When I saw it in
the late 1970s, it was in the
garden of Oxfootstone House, but I understand that it was later placed
in the conservatory, and is now back in the garden. Once, it stood in a meadow
called Oxfootpiece, and was moved to several places in the parish before
reaching Oxfootstone Farm sometime in the 1800's. There is supposed to be, on its upper surface, the impression of a cow's hoof print, but the stone is so pitted and wrinkled
that all manner of patterns can be seen.

The legend connected with this stone has two well-known variants, the first being that of the fairy cow that came regularly to the village to be milked during a great period of dearth. When the drought was over, she stamped her hoof hard on the stone upon which she had been standing, and then vanished.1

The second variant employs the age-old folk motif of milking with a sieve, the cow this time a quite ordinary (sic) creature that normally supplied the village. One night a local man drunkenly went to the cow armed with a sieve, and milked her until she gave blood. She then bellowed with pain and kicked the stone so hard that her hoof-print was left behind.2

Often the villain in this old tale is an evil witch, but a local man's poem of 1893 says that this time it was a passing juggler.3 Another
story says that an ox with a large thorn in its foot embarked on a rampage through the village before finally stamping its hoof so hard on the stone that it left a print.

For more than
two miles under river and marsh, a subterranean passage supposedly runs
from Chamery Hall Farm (TG356127) to St. Benet's Abbey (TG383157) at
Ludham. The Hall was said to have once been the home of the abbey's
chamberlain, hence the earlier (and unlikely) name of 'Chaimberlainery'
Hall. (See alsoRanworth.)

St. Mary's church (TG373251) is just across the road from the (former)
Maid's Head pub. This building
- now home to several shops - was built in 1380 according to the deeds, to house the masons who were constructing the church, and a tunnel was said to connect the two. But as the church guide says, "why anyone should go to that trouble Heaven knows - the traffic in the High Street cannot have been that bad!" Some have suggested they were trying to keep some of the drunken workers out of the public gaze.

Stanford:

The battle pit

Like Sturston (below)
Stanford is now an empty parish, part of the Stanford Training Area
established in 1942. The inhabitants were moved out and many buildings
demolished in order to create a battle training zone for the British
Army. The redundant All Saints church remains, but the Cock Inn - which
used to stand at TL853946 - fell into ruin and is long gone. In 1909, an
old man from the village of Thompson told W. G. Clarke of the tradition
that a pit about half a mile from the Cock Inn had been the site of a
"desperate battle" in the "English war against the Danes". This pit was
on the way to Thetford, which would place it at about TL855938 - and
Ordnance Survey maps up to 1905 do indeed show a pit at that spot.

At the Devil's
Hole (TF972426), by the roadside between Stiffkey and Cockthorpe, is said to be a spot where, rain as hard as it may, the ground will never become wet, "owing, as tradition saith, to some terrible crime having been committed in that identical
place".

Stockton Stone stands on a grassy slope between a lay-by (the old road) and the modern road, on the west side of the main A146 from Beccles to
Norwich, at TM387947. This is an oblong sandstone
glacial erratic weighing several tons, 75cm x 60cm x 60cm
high, pitted and riven in several places, but apparently not worked, with the sharp top axis aligned along the road.

It had a curse upon it that anyone who moves it will suffer dreadful misfortune or death before a year has passed. But in fact it WAS moved in the 1930s during work to straighten the road and, so I gather, one of the workmen involved actually collapsed and died.1

Photographsin the ' Lowestoft Journal' in February and July 1935 show
the stone (2m long in total) being lifted under the supervision of Benjamin Edge of Stockton Old
Hall, who owned the land, and Major S. E. Glendenning of the Norfolk Archaeological Society.

Glendenning
himself said that the stone had been moved diagonally eastwards about
4.25m, and the disturbance was "regarded locally with some
misgiving".2 Before the existence of the Geld Stone was
more widely known, some had suggested that the Danegeld was paid here (seeGeldeston).

According to an informant, the stone was "certainly some form of boundary mark, and maintained by the church; there is an entry in the Stockton church book for 'stulpes', i.e. posts, for Stockton Stone, in
1632".3 The Town Book also records, in 1645, the payment of a small sum for "putting stulps to Stockton
Stone".4

The author W.A.Dutt considered it to have been a track marker, set up at the point where an ancient trackway crossed the present road. A track through Stone Covert is still evident, but
there's nothing to suggest that it's ancient.

On the right hand side of the road from Thetford, just before reaching Swaffham, is a place called Bride's Pit (TF821072), after a fathomless pool once
to be seen there. The name was actually a corruption of Bird's Pit, but tradition
says that a couple returning home from their wedding in a horse drawn coach plunged into the pond one dark night, and the bride was drowned.

Human remains
have been found in a small field just south-east of the church, that has
long been known as 'Cromwell's Burial Ground'. This is often linked to the
shot marks once found in the church 'roof angels', traditionally ascribed to Cromwell's troops firing blunderbusses in the
building. Almost certainly, they were actually caused by locals firing to get rid of troublesome birds, such
as happened in 1667.

"I have heard it said that until quite recently there was a hole in a field beside the Swanton Morley-Bawdeswell road. It was neither an old well
nor a drain. It did not appear to have been used by fox, badger or rabbit. Surrounded by coarse clumps of grass and bracken and of unguessed depth, the hole remained a mystery. A whisper spread that it was
an entrance to St. Martin's Land where it is always dusk and where the Green Children live. These pixies have always been a constant trouble to the people of East Anglia. The hole was filled!"

St.
Martin's Land, in one version of the famous folktale, was the home of
the mysterious 'Green Children of Woolpit'.

In 1950 the amateur archaeologist and
folklorist L. V. Grinsell obtained from local man Charles Lewton Brain
the story that, if you wanted to see the Devil, you should run around
All Saints church (TG019173) at midnight, then whistle through the
keyhole.1 A variation on this was that you had to whistle
through the grill that looks into the crypt under the chancel after
running round the church several times.2

Sources:

1. Samuel Pyeatt Menefee: 'Circling as an
Entrance to the Underworld' in 'Folklore' Vol.96, No.1 (1985).